How could it be her! ?
A young woman, Zhengyi, commanded hundreds of Xuanqing Taoist disciples to pick the magic potion.
As for that woman, Luo Fu had an impression.
During the Holy Son Ceremony, the Penglai Divine Sect’s spirit boat had just arrived at Tai Cang Fairyland.
There were once twelve envoys who came to receive various major forces.
Twelve, the messengers came to greet him.
There were five of them, dressed in golden robes.
Six of them were dressed in silver robes.
There was only Xiao Bu, wearing common clothes.
The young woman in front of him was one of the twelve messengers, a golden-robed disciple.
Luo Fu had an impression of this woman because she was the envoy who received the spirit boat next door.
"Taicang Holy Realm? Master, are you sure? Taicang Holy Realm and Xuanqing Dao Sect are like a den of snakes and rats?"
The appearance of Taicang Holy Realm disciples in such a place made the situation even more complicated.
Luo Fu shook his head.
"It's impossible. There are various indications that Taicang Holy Realm and Xuanqing Dao Sect are definitely not the same."
"It should be a high-level member of the Taicang Holy Realm who is secretly colluding with the Xuanqing Dao Sect."
"That senior member is at least afraid of Holy Lord Taicang."
At this time, hundreds of Xuanqing Taoist disciples were already walking between the meat tables, carefully picking the magic potion.
They specifically picked out the mature potions and removed them, while the immature potions remained on the monks' bodies.
Luo Fu clenched his fists so hard that he almost wanted to kill someone on the spot.
One million Great Secret Realm monks!
The Xuanqing Taoist Sect secretly robbed a total of three hundred thousand people and came in!
You can't take action now.
There must be more ulterior secrets in the lower space.
Three hours later.
The disciples collecting herbs followed the "gold-clad woman" into the corridor and went down to the third floor.
Luo Fu followed quietly behind, leaving the other party unaware.
When he reached the entrance of the corridor, Luo Fu looked back at the second floor space.
Feeling confident.
When this magic mountain is overturned, all these monks will be freed.
Subsequently.
Luo Fu's invisible figure disappeared on the second floor.
The third level of the Magic Mountain.
As soon as Luo Fu entered this place, he stepped aside and silently observed the situation on this floor.
This space is half larger than the second floor space.
The entire third floor space is divided into hundreds of areas.
In each area, there is a disciple of Xuanqing Dao Sect, performing a technique.
Next to each disciple, there is an old man watching.
There are hundreds of old men, all with gray hair, but they are only the Palace God's Dzogchen. They have obviously surrendered themselves to the realm and followed the large army into the great secret realm.
These old men were writing and drawing on the jade slips while observing the Xuanqing Taoism skills.
At this time, there were more than a dozen old men holding jade slips and walking to the end of the third floor.
There, there is a huge transparent container.
The appearance of the container is quite similar to the "incubation room" Luo Fu saw in the Demon Palace, but it is more advanced and more than ten times larger.
The entire transparent container was filled with demonic flesh liquid.
In the flesh liquid, there was a broken demon head soaked in it!
Luo Fu's starry eyes flashed!
That is not the demon head condensed from Daoqing Palace, but a real demon head!
Its head was extremely mutilated, with only half of its brain and one eyeball remaining.
A dozen old men came to the demon leader, reporting something while referring to the jade slips.
After hearing this, the demon leader stretched out more than a dozen tentacles from the broken neck, connecting the eyebrows of each old man.
The old people seemed to have received some kind of information through the tentacles, and they nodded and returned to their own areas.
They will tell the young disciples about the latest achievements they have obtained.
The young disciples immediately changed and improved the skills they performed.
There are hundreds of areas on the third level, and each area is undergoing exactly the same procedure.
Luo Fu did not look directly at the broken demon head, in order to avoid being noticed by the demon head.
He calmly found the fourth floor corridor and continued descending.
The fourth level of the Magic Mountain is extremely hot.
There are thousands of pill furnaces that are ten feet tall, standing in the entire fourth level space.
Thousands of old men wearing Xuanqing Taoist robes each guarded an alchemy furnace and controlled the heat accurately.
The "woman in golden clothes" who came down from the second floor led a hundred disciples and delivered the picked magic medicine to this place.
The alchemy elders selected different potions based on their own needs.
Boom!
At this moment, an alchemy furnace was turned on!
Luo Fu immediately looked in that direction.
But when a ten-foot-long elixir furnace was opened, hundreds of pitch-black elixirs flew out!
As those "magic pills" flew out, even more blazing demonic energy leaked out of the pill furnace.
"Xiao Feng."
"yes."
Xiaofeng, a woman in golden clothes, came over with a tray in hand and put hundreds of magic pills into the tray.
The old alchemist looked haggard and waved his hand: "Go."
Xiaofeng held a plate of magic pills and asked curiously: "Elder Mu Chun, what is the survival rate of this furnace of magic pills?"
The old man who made alchemy swept away his tiredness and said confidently: "This furnace will definitely be fine!"
"If one hundred disciples take this pill orally, at most fifty people will die, and there will be at least a 50% survival rate!"
Xiaofeng's eyes lit up: "So high!"
"That's great! Disciple, send him off now."
Xiaofeng in golden clothes was so happy that she carried the tray down to the fifth floor.
Luo Fu remained calm and followed quietly.
The fifth level of the Magic Mountain.
The environment here has changed suddenly, it is no longer an ordinary mountain interior space.
It was more like a demon fairy's lair. The ground and walls were all made of flesh and blood, as if they were in the belly of some giant beast.
The space on this level is even more vast.
There are tens of thousands of Xuanqing Taoist disciples sitting on the ground, practicing silently.
These disciples are all at the third level of God Refining.
Xiao Cang asked curiously: "Didn't it say that only those who have reached the fifth level of God Refining can come to the Ten Thousand Demons' Lair to practice?"
Luo Fu shook his head: "That refers to the disciples that Xuanqing Dao Sect focuses on training."
"Those here, including the disciples on the third level, should all be regarded as victims of experimental magic skills and magic pills."
Wan Renxue's talented disciples must not be sacrificed as experimental subjects.
They are the talented disciples who have been specially trained and are qualified to enjoy the results of experiments.
The tens of thousands of disciples in front of me are obviously poor people who have been deceived.
"cough……"
Xiaofeng in golden clothes cleared her voice.
At the scene, tens of thousands of Xuanqing Taoist disciples opened their eyes at the same time.
Xiaofeng smiled sweetly: "Fellow Taoists, you are blessed!"
As he spoke, he gestured with his eyes to the hundred magic pills in his hand.
The tens of thousands of disciples, when they saw the magic pill, collectively showed expressions of fear and even retreated one after another!
Xiaofeng's smile became sweeter: "Don't be afraid, the elders of the fourth floor have said that these magic pills have a survival rate of more than 90%!"
"Really? Messenger Xiaofeng, please don't lie to us!"
"For the great cause of Xuanqing Dao Sect, we are willing to sacrifice everything, but... we cannot sacrifice in vain."
Xiaofeng's face suddenly darkened and she sneered: "Who keeps saying that he hopes to be famous all over the world like Luo Fu!?"
"You, a bunch of trash with low qualifications, are you worthy of reaching Luo Fu's level?"
"These magic pills are your only chance to realize your dreams! Don't be so shameless!"
The disciples were ridiculed and their faces were filled with anger.
"Fuck! My fate is up to me, not God, I'll do it!"
"Yes, I will eat it too. When I succeed in my studies, I will be the first to kill Luo Fu and prove that I am stronger than him!"
"I'm here to eat too. Why should Luo Fu take away the honor alone? I also want a share of the pie!"
The temptation of fame and fortune makes these people lose their minds.
In order to become the second Luo Fu, or even replace Luo Fu, they rushed to snatch the magic pill like crazy.
Luo Fu has become the public enemy of all the god-level forces!
Everyone hates Luo Fu, but everyone also wants to be Luo Fu.
Xiaofeng looked at the magic pills that were being robbed in front of her and nodded with satisfaction.
Luo Fu was speechless.
Obviously, before this, there must have been more than ten thousand people on this level.
They are just survivors.
Later.
The disciple who successfully obtained the elixir immediately meditated with his energy!
Within just a few breaths.
The sixty-three disciples screamed in pain.
The screams were so piercing, as if they were undergoing the most painful torture in the world.
Bang bang bang!
The sixty-three disciples who swallowed the magic pill had multiple explosions on their skin.
Strange tentacles of flesh and blood emerged from the flesh and waved in the air.
Then, their bodies melted and merged with the ground, becoming part of the flesh and blood ground.
The remaining thirty-seven disciples successfully survived.
"Messenger Xiaofeng, didn't you say there was a 90% survival rate? How could this be?"
Xiaofeng's face turned cold: "Stop talking nonsense, the probability of elixirs is already erratic!"
"If you dare to talk too much, don't blame me, Xiaofeng, for killing him!"
After saying this, Xiaofeng's expression changed, and she said pleasantly to the thirty-seven survivors of the elixir test: "You are very good. You are qualified to go to the next level and become a key training target."
"follow me."
The thirty-seven people were overjoyed and followed Xiaofeng away amid the envious and fearful eyes of everyone.
In the corridor leading to the sixth floor.
A disciple said cautiously: "Messenger Xiaofeng, the magic pill is in our stomachs and has not been refined yet."
"How about we use our energy to absorb the magic pill here first, and then go to the next level?"
Xiaofeng turned around and smiled: "Absorbing the magic pill and improving your physique will help you gain more respect from the next level, right?"
Thirty-seven people nodded excitedly.
Xiaofeng said: "It makes sense, please look here."
Thirty-seven people didn't know why and hurriedly looked at Xiaofeng's hand.
At first glance, I saw a sword light flashing in front of me!
Thirty-seven people, without even having time to react, were collectively beheaded!
Immediately afterwards, Xiaofeng's face turned cold, and he disemboweled the thirty-seven people, took out the thirty-seven magic pills, and put them back on the tray.
Immediately, she calmed down, held the tray with a smile, and descended to the sixth floor.
Luo Fu followed at the rear, taking in the whole scene with a cold eye.
The sixth level of the Magic Mountain.
In the open space on the sixth floor, there are fully 30,000 people practicing with their eyes closed.
These people are not experimental subjects.
All because they all possess the third level of god refining.
Moreover, these 30,000 people, each group of 150 people, are obviously practicing the magic combination technique.
When Xiaofeng came to this level.
Thirty thousand people opened their eyes and stared greedily at the magic pill in Xiaofeng's hand.
Xiaofeng smiled and said: "This magic mountain is heavily guarded, and you thirty thousand people are holding the seventh and eighth levels of defense!"
"Continue to practice and strive to reach the fifth level of God Refining as soon as possible. Only then will you be qualified to enter the eighth level and no longer be reduced to guards."
After saying this, Xiaofeng continued downwards and came to the seventh level of the Magic Mountain.
On the seventh floor, there are not many people.
On the eighteen high platforms, sat eighteen extremely qualified disciples of the Xuanqing Taoist Sect.
Each of these eighteen people has reached the fourth level of divine refining.
Moreover, under each high platform, there are one hundred and fifty "assistants" guarding the high platform, ready to provide magical support to eighteen people at any time.
These eighteen people have obviously achieved the third level of Daoqing Demonic Skills, Demonization!
Xiaofeng finally stopped here.
She raised the tray in her hand: "These thirty-seven 'cultivation magic pills' can be swallowed and absorbed after testing."
"Everyone, you are blessed."
Eighteen geniuses opened their eyes at the same time.
One of the geniuses said calmly: "Is there any news from Senior Brother Wan Tianhao and Junior Sister Wan Renxue?"
Xiaofeng smiled slightly: "Wan Tianhao is dead. He died at the hands of Luo Fu."
